 | Oliver Goldsmith - English poetry - 1800 - 192 pages
...And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way; Along thy glades,...tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring wall, And trembling, shrinking... | |
 | English poetry - 1800 - 322 pages
...And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain ; No more the glassy brook reflects the day, But choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way; Along thy glades...walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaryM cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 192 pages
...dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustiess of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd...walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1804 - 114 pages
...And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain. No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way; Along thy glades,...trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand, Far, far away thy children leave the land. Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - English poetry - 1805 - 264 pages
...thy smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But chok'd with sedges works its weary way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding...walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring... | |
 | Poetry - 1806 - 330 pages
..."/r/ • '/i< //i,'/,li//if<ftft><-''/'"/" ) No more the glassy brook reflects the day, But choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way Along thy glades...walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 pages
...thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choak'd with sedges, works its weedy way; Alonif thy Blades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards...walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - English poetry - 1809 - 604 pages
...green :' One only master ar.isps the whole domain, And half a tillage tints thy smiling plain ; Is'o ful fools admire ; Who haunt Parnassus but to please...mend their minds: assometochupch repairs Not for the Afti tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bow'rs in shapeless ruin all, And the king... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 322 pages
...smiling plain ; No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choak'd with sedges, worka its \veedy way ; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding...walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring... | |
 | British poets - English poetry - 1809 - 526 pages
...bittern guards its nest ; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvary'd cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all,...trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand, Far, far away thy children leave the land. Ill fares the land, to hast'ning ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates,... | |
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No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But choked with sedges works its weedy way; Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. 
